What Crosses My Mind

  • Stop the Conversation

    A lot of theory being tossed around about who is responsible, what monster is bombing our children yet, no answers being readily made, only accusations, shallow theories, don’t hold a candle to the shallow graves our children are laying in. Day after day the reports are grim, we can’t turn on the tube without analysis,…

  • Vintage Concern

    When I was a child, my mother, whose influence upon me, lasted for many years, still does, when I think about what I want to say. She didn’t believe in war, didn’t understand Vietnam, when I asked her one day what the fight was about, I was ten, she said, ‘sugar cane’ Seemed rather simple…

  • Peace Alone

    When I walk outside today I will see blue skies perhaps a touch of gray, possible thunderstorms. I won’t see blood and carnage, I will not experience the loss of limb my world ‘today’ does not contain a cease fire to prevent ripping human lives apart both physically and mentally. When I walk outside today,…

  • That War Thing

    Remember when we were kids while the men built the world around us Soft dirt piles that stretched for miles We’d have dirtball fights, tossing clay across the fields Until our parents yelled and bayed Saying soon, an eye will be taken out by one of y’all We were having our own replicated war Safely…